escargot
Disciple of Marduk
- Joined
- Aug 24, 2001
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I had an email read out on Sky News this morning on the subject of 'Where I Was When I Heard Of The King's Death'.
There were several 'The news shook me to my very core' type messages, then mine-
I was in bed with my then boyfriend, the Elvis-mad Rob who as usual didn't want to get up.
I heard the 6:30am news and said, 'Get up! Elvis is dead!'
He didn't believe me until he heard it himself.
Then he sprang out of bed and ran round the room naked shouting 'What! What! He can't be!' for about ten minutes and was late for work.
This was followed by one from a bloke who'd had a cat named Elvis and whose mum had to reassure him that she was telling him of THE Elvis's death, not his precious pussy's. That was all right then- back to bed.
There were several 'The news shook me to my very core' type messages, then mine-
I was in bed with my then boyfriend, the Elvis-mad Rob who as usual didn't want to get up.
I heard the 6:30am news and said, 'Get up! Elvis is dead!'
He didn't believe me until he heard it himself.
Then he sprang out of bed and ran round the room naked shouting 'What! What! He can't be!' for about ten minutes and was late for work.
This was followed by one from a bloke who'd had a cat named Elvis and whose mum had to reassure him that she was telling him of THE Elvis's death, not his precious pussy's. That was all right then- back to bed.